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Monday, October 31, 2016

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Why
I Set My Story in Egypt - the Land of the Pharaohs

by
Nancy Fraser

It
was a dark and stormy night...

Okay,
maybe it was daytime and indoors at the fabulous Field Museum in Chicago. I’d
always enjoyed movies like The Mummy (both the original and the glitzier
Brendon Fraser remake) but I’d never really given the time period or culture
much thought.

Then,
as I strolled through their expansive exhibit, complete with simulated tomb and
burial chambers, I found myself stopping at every engraved plaque, every
glass-enclosed artifact. Despite what they originally held (internal organs), I
fell in love with the beauty of canopic jars. I’m especially fond of the ivory
bases with solid gold tops.

During
the prerequisite stop in the gift shop, I bought three books, two pair of
earrings, a t-shirt, and a set of miniature canopic jars (unfortunately, glass
and gold plating). I was in sensory overload and knew, beyond a shadow of a
doubt, I needed to write a romance and set it in Egypt.

That
was in 2004. And, with no regard for my best intentions and pages of scribbled
out ideas, life intervened and my big plan was put on hold. When I began
writing again, I found myself waylaid by other projects, a joint series with a
close friend, and new interests.

Then,
in 2011, happenstance brought me back. A beloved great-aunt passed away and, in
her will, she left me a gift: a necklace and a note saying that for whatever
reason (she wasn’t sure), this odd piece of jewelry reminded her of me. The necklace
was an Egyptian collar made up of stones, beads and gold roping—a trinket my
uncle had given her when they were courting (circa late 1920s).

Since
I’d never mentioned my original plan about an Egyptian-themed romance to
anyone, I took the gift as a sign. This was the story I was meant to write. I
dug out all the books I’d originally purchased, ordered a couple more from
Amazon and even bought a textbook assigned to the local university’s course on
archaeology. And, I began.

The
history itself is astounding. The idea of all those people, the great chasm of
differences in the classes. The difficult and often contested rights of
inheritance and claims to the title of Pharaoh. As I read, I could literally
picture the bright sun, the scorching heat, the thousands of slaves it took to
create one pyramid.

Even
more interesting (at least to a writer of steamy romance) was the promiscuity
of the upper classes. One of the real-life characters mentioned in my book is
Princess Neferure, daughter of Queen-Pharaoh Hatshepsut. Although there are
many conflicting reports about Neferure, there are also numerous statues and
depictions of her as a consort to her teacher, Senenmut, even as early as the
age of eight. I use one interesting piece of research about the procreation
habits of the sexuality-challenged Pharaohs in the book...a fact that both
amuses and shocks my heroine.

Although
Eye of the Pharaoh begins in contemporary times, it was important to me to send
my characters back to 1920s Egypt when the majority of the most valuable
archaeological finds occurred. Then, because it was too hard to resist, I sent
my heroine, a very modern-day woman, back even further to explore the
possibility she is the reincarnation of Princess Neferure.

As
for my hero, Professor Joshua Cain, I stuffed his brain with so many accurate
facts about ancient Egypt, he’s a walking, talking expert. And a sexy one at
that!

I
hope you’ve enjoyed this insight as to why I wrote a romance set in Egypt. I
know I enjoyed writing this book, no matter how long it took to come to
fruition.

Publicist Teri Hunter has her
hands full promoting Professor Joshua Cain and his new non-fiction book, The
Pharaoh’s Mummy. She’s not even sure it’s possible to turn this absent-minded,
modern-day, Indiana Jones into a best-selling author.

Dr. Cain’s PhDs in archeology and art history have prepared him for almost
anything on the lecture circuit and among ancient ruins. He’s just not sure
about a book tour...or the sexy publicist sent to monitor his every
professional move.

When an odd request falls in their laps while in New Orleans, Josh and Teri
find themselves transported to 1920’s Egypt where they must resolve an ancient
curse in order to be sent home. Will the dangers facing them hinder their
success and threaten their very lives? Or will help from an other-worldly
guardian keep them on-track and safe?

EXCERPT

Wake
up. Kick ass. Repeat.

Teri
Hunter mouthed the motivational phrase she’d chosen for her personal mantra as
she stepped across the threshold into the dark and musty storeroom.

A
dim light shone from a glass-enclosed workroom in the far corner. Taking a tentative
step forward, she faltered when the floorboards creaked beneath her feet.
Something fast and furry brushed against her ankle. A shiver ran down her back,
yet she fought the urge to retreat.

Do
one thing every day that scares you.

This
was obviously today’s obstacle. Were it not for her professional commitments
and intricately organized schedule, she’d have no doubt bolted for the door and
returned to the safety and illumination of the main building.

‘Sorry,
but the storage area doesn’t have overhead lighting. Preservation of the
antiquities. You understand.’ The dean’s words echoed in her head. What little
outside light there was had become nearly non-existent due to an impending
thunderstorm.

Drawing
a deep breath, she took a second step and then a third, winding her way past a
half-dozen crates, some open, some not. To her left she heard a rustling of
paper; to her right the distinct sound of footsteps.

Her
apprehension grew, the hair on her forearms stood at attention. She’d barely
made it halfway across the room before bumping into something large and solid.
Reaching out, she laid her hand against the oversized object. Slowly, she
raised her head and came face to face with the painted mask of an Egyptian
noble. The chipped finish gave the death mask a deranged look.

“You
come here often, big boy?” A nervous giggle followed her softly-worded, albeit
silly, question and she pressed her fingertips to her lips to stifle an
outright laugh before lowering her hand to her side.

Go
big! Home is boring.

Silently
she cursed her habit of dredging up poster-worthy quotes to mask her fears.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Like most authors, Nancy
Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or,
heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the
English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing.
Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres,
Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books
in both full-length and novella format. Nancy will release her 25th book in
early 2017. She is currently working on a Valentine’s Day novella, her next
Rock and Roll novella, and a story about a racy Scot titled “Kilty Pleasures”.

When not writing (which is
almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks
forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic
Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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October
starts out warm and sunny, but this is the month when everything changes.
Mornings grow frosty, leaves change colors, and the breeze takes on a bite.

Summer
dies.

It’s
a time for harvest celebrations. A boy loans a girl his coat. She snuggles a little
closer and takes his hand. A riot of autumn splendor accompanies the farmer’s
market where they stroll.

But
the vibrancy of daylight doesn’t compare to the darkness of night. Is that
chill on your neck the breeze or something else?

October
night

You
walk a tad faster and look over your shoulder. The trees creak when the wind
whips through their branches—at least, you hope that noise came from the
undulating bows.

You
check under the bed and inside the closet before climbing under the covers.
Sleep doesn’t come easy. The old house groans its complaints, and the night
magnifies every innocuous noise until terror paralyzes you—because you know
nefarious things go bump in the night.

Welcome
to the Paranormal Bar & Grille Blog Tour

…where
you can rub elbows with everyone from a gargoyle or vampire, to a creature from
urban legend, or the ghostly realms of myth. Step up to the bar, grab a booth.
You never know what’s on the menu, or if you might end up there yourself.

Sound
like your kind of hangout? Then you’ve come to the right place. We’re a group
of five authors who love nothing more than to trigger the chill that crawls up
your back, the nervous glance tossed over your shoulder. We invite you to
discover outstanding books and check out our awesome tour prizes.

Just
be careful of what the bartender serves you. That heady brew may not be a beer,
and witches can’t be trusted to provide effective antidotes.

Excerpt
from Will O’ the Wisp by Craig Bovack

Headlights
made their way towards us along the Bergamot Creek trail. "Damn it. I wish
people would just stay away."

Pete
looked at them and said, "They're far enough away we can still watch.
Besides, they might not stay once the road ends. Maybe it's Mrs. Matthews with
another one of her boyfriends."

"That's
gross. I don't care to see that again."

"Satellite,"
Pete said.

It
was no Comet Kahoutek, but we watched it pass overhead and waited for the next
one. The car turned out to be a van full of older kids. Three guys and two
girls. They built a fire and took out a styrofoam cooler. They looked like
students on their way to college somewhere.

I
turned my radio off and pushed my lower lip into my upper. "I suppose
they're spending the night." The sound of their car radio reached our
ears.

"So
what? We might catch another satellite or a shooting star before we have to go
home."

"Meteor.
They aren't really stars. And now we have light pollution." I looked up
once more and tried to have a good time.

"Holy
crap. What's that?"

I
snapped to attention and looked at Pete. He was fixated down toward the
campers. A ball of green light, about the size of a softball, drifted along the
stream bank. It was darker than the fireflies, more the color of moss, but it
glowed in the dark. It lit up the gravel alongside the creek.

"That
has to be the king of all fireflies," Pete said.

"Maybe
it's a cluster."

It
turned and headed our way. Pete crab-crawled away from the light.

The
glow got softer. It headed back toward the campfire. It was like it couldn't
make up its mind.

A
blond boy with surfer good looks walked away from the fire toward the glowing
sphere. He said something to his friends, but I couldn't hear it over their
radio. They all stood and looked. He spread his arms wide then waved the thing
toward the campfire like he was calling his dog.

The
glowing ball started flickering and moved toward him. It hit his chest and
pushed him back. Then it went -- it went insidehim. He arched rearward, then
forward, hit the ground and convulsed.

The
girls screamed and ran.

"What
the hell was that?" Pete said. "Oh my God! What was it?"

AUTHOR
Bio and Links:

Craig Boyack

Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.

Craig came to fiction writing later in life than most authors. He
always had to write, to one degree or another as part of various jobs. Early
one winter morning, he conquered the Internet and didn’t feel like shoveling
the sidewalk until the

sun came up. He tried a few pages of fiction and got hooked.

Craig doesn’t like limitations and calls himself a writer of
speculative fiction. It’s a broad field, but he limits himself to science
fiction, paranormal, and a bit of fantasy.

He has eight published works—six novels and two collections of
short stories.

(or maybe I do)….I saw a UFO when I was six. Probably why I write
some of the stuff I do.

~ooOOoo~

They say everyone has a story to tell.

I wrote my first childish “masterpiece” at six and was immediately
bitten by the writing bug. Since then, I’ve been composing nonstop, and have
dabbled in multiple genres over the years, writing everything from fantasy,
westerns, and horror to inspirational fiction, romance, and sci-fi. It took me
a while to find my niche, but I’ve settled comfortably into the
mystery/suspense genre (with a just a dash of romance tossed in).

Several of my earlier works have strong romantic themes, but all
are infused with threads of mystery. I have a passion for folklore, myth, and
urban legends and that attraction often factors into my writing. You’ll find
threads of archaic tales and mysterious places woven throughout many of my
novels.

I am a member of the International Thriller Writers and a past
president of the Central Pennsylvania Writer’s Organization. If I’m not camped
out at my keyboard or have my nose buried in a book, I’m likely looking up
blurry images of cryptids on Google, sorting through vintage photographs or
imagining life as a cat.

Sandra writes YA Fantasy, Paranormal and Historical Romance, and
Metaphysical Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with her husband, a
brood of critters and an occasional foster cat. Although shopping is high on
the list, her greatest pleasure is sitting on her screened in porch, listening
to the birds, sipping coffee or a latte and enjoying a good book. She's a
vegetarian and a Muay Thai enthusiast.

Quirky Fact I don’t want anyone to know: Wrote the entirety of The
Glade while listening to the Twilight movie soundtrack. And she’s not
mentioning the glass of white (ahem) ‘grape juice’ that kept finding its way to
her computer station.

Harmony Kent is famous for her laughter, and has made quite the
name for herself … she’s also, um, a writer … and fairly well known for that
too. She’s even won a few awards. Harmony lives in rural Cornwall with her
ever-present sense of humour and quirky neighbours and refuses to admit to her
age.

If you catch her at work, you’ll see that she also offers editing,
proof reading, manuscript appraisal, and beta reading services. Not to mention
being passionate about supporting her fellow authors.

As goes my reading, so goes my writing. I can’t pick a single
genre to focus on, so I don’t even try. I’m proud to say I’m a multi-genre
author.

When I’m not reading or writing, I’m spending time with family and
friends, possibly cooking for them, or maybe enjoying an afternoon in the pool.
To learn more about me, visit me at http://stacitroilo.com or connect with me
on social media.

The Fortune Teller
by Gwendolyn Womack

FROM THE AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR OF THE MEMORY PAINTER COMES A SWEEPING AND SUSPENSEFUL TALE OF ROMANCE, FATE, AND FORTUNE.

Semele Cohen appraises antiquities for an exclusive Manhattan auction house, specializing in deciphering ancient texts. And when she discovers a manuscript written in the time of Cleopatra, she knows it will be the find of her career. Its author tells the story of a priceless tarot deck, now lost to history, but as Semele delves further she realizes the manuscript is more than it seems. Both a memoir and a prophecy, it appears to be the work of a powerful seer, describing devastating wars and natural disasters in detail thousands of years before they occurred.

The more she reads, the more the manuscript begins to affect Semele's life. But what happened to the cards? As the mystery of her connection to the manuscript deepens, Semele can’t shake the feeling that she’s being followed. Only one person can help her make sense of it all: her client, Theo Brossard. Yet Theo is arrogant and elusive, concealing secrets of his own, and there’s more to Semele’s desire to speak with him than she would like to admit. Can Semele even trust him?

The auction date is swiftly approaching, and someone wants to interfere—someone who knows the cards exist, and that the Brossard manuscript is tied to her. Semele realizes it’s up to her to stop them: the manuscript holds the key to a two-thousand-year-old secret, a secret someone will do anything to possess.

Praise for Gwendolyn Womack and The Memory Painter

“A sweeping, mesmerizing feat of absolute magic.” ― M. J. Rose, author of the Reincarnationist Series and The Witch of Painted Sorrows

“Gwendolyn Womack is a storytelling virtuosa, whose sexy, action-packed mind-boggler of a book is destined to become a classic.” ― Anne Fortier, author of Juliet and The Lost Sisterhood

About the Author

Originally from Houston, Texas, Gwendolyn Womack studied theater at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks. She holds an MFA in Directing Theatre, Video and Cinema from California Institute of the Arts. Her first novel, The Memory Painter, was an RWA PRISM award winner in the Time Travel/Steampunk category and a finalist for Best First Novel. She now resides in Los Angeles with her husband and her son.
For more information, please visit Gwendolyn Womack's website. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Juniper Grove Book Solutions, for Collateral Damage by Susan Harris. Please leave a comment or question for Susan to let her know you stopped by. You may enter her tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below. Good Luck!

Title: Collateral Damage

Series: The Ever Chace Chronicles #2

Author: Susan Harris

Published: October 31st, 2016

Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre: Fairy Tales/Folk Tales/Legends & Mythology, Fantasy/Paranormal

Content Warning: Some strong language.

About the book:

When Derek Doyle wakes up next to a ripped-apart body, he’s terrified he’s about to lose everything he holds dear—Ever, his job, and his family. Dealing with his past has never come easy to Derek, especially since he’s too afraid of what people would think if they knew exactly what kind of monster he really is. But finding out who’s setting him up could be harder than the team thinks. As long as Derek has lived, there’s bound to be a long list of enemies.

Ever Chace has a lot on her plate. Confronted with the possibility that she is indeed losing her mind, Ever tries to push it aside as they deal with the ramifications of Derek’s past. Every new relationship has teething problems, but learning to deal with a mate who’s used to being a lone wolf has its own set of issues.

Can the team figure out how to save Derek from a swift execution? And just how much strain will the revelations put on Derek and Ever’s shiny new relationship?

Collateral Damage is the exciting sequel to Skin and Bones by Susan Harris.

Pick up the first book in this series, Skin and Bonesby Susan HarrisFREE on Amazon!

EXCERPT

He
knew, in that exact moment, that he was going to die.

The
kicks came more frequently now—to his stomach, chest, and his head. He lost
count of how many times he blacked out. It hurt to breathe, and he could taste
blood in his mouth. After what seemed like an age, two of the men backed away,
and he heard one say, “Come on, Damo. You’re gonna kill him.”

He
received one final boot, this time to his face, and felt bone crunch—he had
broken his nose so many times he knew the feeling instantly—but his entire body
hurt so much that a broken nose was the least of his worries.

He
couldn’t help but think it ironic he would die in a darkened alley, leaving the
world as he’d been brought in—alone and bloody.

Donnie
opened his eyes to gaze once more on the sky before he died, but instead his
eyes locked onto gunmetal grey eyes looking down at him. She was so beautiful,
this angel who had come to take his life. Or perhaps she was a devil, a
leather-clad one with skin so pale he wanted to reach out and touch it.

He
felt his arm lift of its own accord, and he opened his mouth to speak, but the
only thing that gurgled from his lips was blood.

About the Author:

Susan Harris is a writer from Cork in Ireland. An avid reader, she quickly grew to love books in the supernatural/fantasy genre. When she is not writing or reading, she loves music, oriental cultures, tattoos, anything Disney and psychology. If she wasn’t a writer she would love to be a FBI profiler or a PA for Dave Grohl or Jared Leto.

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Other by Michelle Miles. Please leave a comment or question for
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A Knight Like No
Other

By Michelle Miles

Realm of Honor, Book
Four

Publisher:
Michelle Miles

Date
of Publication: 10/4/16

Genre:
Fantasy Romance

ISBN:
9781311162441

ASIN:
B01IQPHU58

Number
of pages: 280 pages

Word
Count: 89,810

Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

About the book:

Will
the knight of Princess Allanna's heart be able to save her from a dark lord's
evil plan?

By
the king’s order, Princess Allanna is betrothed to Lord-Regent Marath, an Elven
noble with an evil agenda who’s manipulated his way into royal favor. Marrying
him will be a fate worse than death, especially when Allanna yearns for the
sexy and irresistible Sir Drake—the knight who holds her heart. A knight she is
forbidden to love. She flees her family to be with Drake, giving up everything
she knows for him.

Enraged
at her defiance, Marath summons a mage to kidnap and kill Allanna. Drake,
determined to protect the woman he loves, will stop at nothing to see her safe.
Their desire for one another burns hot and nothing can keep the two lovers
apart. Nothing but Marath’s evil plan to do away with the Fae and separate
Drake and Allanna forever.

His mouth moved to her throat. Her skin
burst into flame as he made his way around to her earlobe and nibbled. This was
what she dreamed of, what she wanted. Now that it was finally happening, her
mind exploded with more possibilities. Little pinpricks of light pierced her
vision as her eyes fluttered closed. Heat flooded her body and pulsed dampness
between her legs, making her feel things she never expected.

And, oh gods, she loved the velvety feel of
his mouth.

“Sir Drake…”

“Aye?” His breath wafted over her skin,
sending heated chills over her.

“I…came to…to…” Oh gods, she couldn’t think.
Her mind wouldn’t form the words. She knew what she wanted to say but how to
say it was another matter. And her tongue swelled into a thick, useless muscle.

“To?” His eyes glinted almost as though he
knew what she wanted to say.

Oh, bollocks. “To kiss you back.”

She swept her tongue over his lower lip then
sucked it gently between her teeth. He groaned again. His body felt good under
her hands, the way his chest curved and the sprinkling of coarse hair. The tips
of her fingers trailed down his corded abs to the edge of the waistband of his
breeches and halted. She couldn’t go forward even though she wanted to. Fear
clasped her, made her stop. She knew what she wanted to do yet she couldn’t
force her hand to move.

Breaking the kiss, she dropped her head to
his chest, inhaling the deep, masculine scent of him. A woodsy scent. Something
that was inherent to him. Mayhap because he was human. She didn’t know.

He stroked her hair as he held her and then
dropped a kiss on the top of her head. It was then she remembered his wound and
bolted upright.

“Did I hurt you?” Her gaze landed on the
bandage on his side. She was relieved to see there was no blood.

He chuckled. “No, princess. You didn’t. You
couldn’t.”

“I meant your…your wound. Is it better?”

“Almost healed like Turin said.”

“That’s good.” Her gaze flickered over him
and she blushed when she saw the hardened length between his legs. The length
she had stopped herself from running her fingertips over.

“I came to check on you,” she said. “I’m
glad you’re better.”

“Is that the only reason you came?”

Could he read that on her face? Was she so
transparent? She bit her lip again.

“Ah, you really shouldn’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That.” His gaze fixed on her lips.

“Why?” She blinked.

“Because I like it too much.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Her confidence soared. “You like it?”

“Aye, I do.”

“And what would happen if I did it again?”

“You really shouldn’t do it again.”

“Shouldn’t I?” She did it again.

He reached for her and dragged her to him.
“Are you trying to torture me?” He said it against her mouth, his breath
mingling with hers.

“No. Am I?”

“You are.”

“Should I apologize?”

“Nay.”

“Do you intend to do something about it?”

He growled.

“Is that an aye?” She grinned, enjoying
teasing him.

“Princess—”

“Do you want to deny me again?”

“I will not take what does not belong to
me.”

“I do belong to you, Drake,” she whispered.
“I’ve already given you my heart. Isn’t that enough?”

She could see the flash of pain in his eyes
before he regained his composure. “I wish it were, princess.”

“What more do you require of me?” she asked.

“I require marriage vows. You are too
precious to me. I would not ruin your innocence.”

“Oh, Drake. It wouldn’t be ruining my
innocence. I give myself to you freely.” She pressed her hands against his
chest, slid them upward to his shoulders. “I’m prepared to love you. Here.
Now.”

“Allanna—”

“Please don’t deny me again.”

A moment of indecision flashed through his
eyes and then he pulled her tight against him before he pushed her to the
mattress. His body pressed against hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she
looked up at him, into those deeply penetrating eyes. Was he going to forget
all that he was? Would he make love to her here? Oh gods, she wanted him.

“I do not deny my feelings for you,” he
said.

“Then—”

“You are still chaste. And I’m still a
knight.”

“But—”

“I’m still a knight but by Saint Mary you
drive me mad.”

“I—”

“You challenge my honor with every flutter
of your lashes.”

“Drake…”

“And with every flutter, I find you harder
to resist.”

His mouth covered any retort she had. She
was conscious of every touch. Every movement. He leaned on his good side,
kissing her. His hands slipped over the curve of her body, over her small
breasts and flat abdomen. Flames followed by a warming shiver swept over her.

About
the Author:

Michelle
Miles grew up in North Central Texas in a rodeo town but was far more
interested in nerdy things like Star Trek and Star Wars. She started writing
fan fiction in high school. When being an archeologist like Indiana Jones or a
Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader didn't work out, she decided writing was her gig and
has wanted to write her own stories ever since.

Her
love of romance started when she picked up Victoria Holt and Daphne du Maurier
and was immediately smitten with the genre. But she also found another love in
the fantasies of Patricia A. McKillip and Anne McCaffrey. Since she couldn’t
decide which genre to pick—and because she’s a true Gemini—she decided it would
be super fun to write contemporary and fantasy romance. She is a member of
Romance Writers of America and has served on the board of several chapters as
president and treasurer.

In
her spare time, she enjoys listening to music, reading, cross-stitching and
watching movies. A Native Texan, she loves castles, dragons, fairies and elves
and is an avid Game of Thrones fan. She can be found online at Facebook,
Twitter, Pinterest and Goodreads.

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